<Kroot Shaper> Turmak'Ma sat down cross legged and motioned for the Eldar to do the same."We are the Dekepa, we know not of our origins, only that at some point our ancestors hailed from Pech as all kroot do. After this battle our strength has diminished, but is not extinguished. Our count so far shows we lost 37 good warriors, many more are hurt." The shaper paused briefly letting what he said sink in. "As for the humans... we have contact with them regularly, and they always seek violence it seems. Kroot are strong and so we need no past experience to best a particular enemy, we simply adapt, stalk, and hunt our prey. My people are very stealthy and cunning, this is a result of hunting down and consuming the old animal life here, the shadowgaves. They were displacing creatures with cloaking capability, while we have not mastered the ability to cloak, we are adept at using camouflage and stealth." Speaking plainly the Kroot answered anything the Eldar wished to know.
(OOC: Also, I kind of wanted the chapter to end just before the HALO drop so we can begin using our forum.)
<Desek> "What aid would you provide against the humans then? Since it seems you know something of us I assume you're aware our tactics tend to be a bit more clandestine than the humans. What information do you have on the human compounds, weaknesses, strengths, various means of approach and disposition of the individuals there? " The Warlock sat himself down and relaxed his body, lifting a hand only to undo the clasp of his helmet so he could be free of the stifling heat trapped inside.
OOC: Can the planet-side group start socializing already, aka assuming that all the Eldar are now in somewhat peace mode and gathering around somewhere where no Kroot are immediately around them, etc.? <Artisan> After two deci-cycles (hours) or so of rest the man sat up slowly and took a deep breath in. He had to get more sleep overall. Before doing so, his body needed refill in form of nutrition. Therefor he walked over to the dining hall and ordered the required nutrition in liquid form. A protein-shake if one may call it so. Rather typical for Eldar with little time or patience, but he had other reasons.
<Amriel> The Corsair walks up to the Hunter, extending his only hand (OOC: for a handshake) and saying: "Tell me Brother, its as if you are a new man, what happened? You no longer seem as one with something to prove." OOC: I was waiting to see how we were gonna get back, now that the other Aspects are there, I figure my Corsair can go get a new arm and the severely injured Guardian can receive proper medical attention. Oh, and my Reaper had three spears in him, not sure the Kroot are capable of handling that.
<Aspect Warrior> The Crimson Hunter shook the hand as he was off the Vyper, no need to arm the Gun any longer. "I feel newborn indeed, but you are wrong. I have to prove myself and to my parents that I can be the forger of my own destiny, not one that simply follows one tiled in front of me." Rharijem said with a smile. The Mymearan then gave the corsair quite a strong embrace, moving his hands over the back of the almost equal sized Eldar. "If there is anything I can do, to negate the mistakes of my prior self, let me know. Anything." The Teal-Cyan haired man said before letting go slowly of Amriel.
<Amriel> The Corsair returns the Hunters embrace, smiling at the Hunter's newfound outlook on life. "As I said when we first met Hunter, you did me a favor helping put the Cannon on the Vyper, your words were harsh and unfriendly to be certain, but I have always believed in letting a person's actions define who they are, and you had helped me, that was enough for me to see the good in you. I am glad you found it as well. Everyone makes mistakes...sometimes...well, sometimes it just takes a change of pace to realize that we made a mistake." The Corsair glances down where his arm used to be, and a sad look passes over his face before a genuine smile returns and he looks back up at the Mymearan. "Sometimes that change of pace comes from unexpected places."
<Aspect Warrior> "Aye, though... It comes also with new... Challenges." Rharijem said and looked toward where Minnaloushe was before looking back at Amriel. "And I am not sure if I am just yet capable of dealing with this, I might need more help and that weakness scares me a bit. After all, I knew for several hundred years nothing but rage and destruction. Now I see all the other emotions which can empower, but also weaken one." The thoughts in particular returning to Trykasil, a man quite skilled but having succumbed to the loss of a close Eldar. Without noticing his eyes at the edge of the eyeball went back to Minnaloushe he could not imagine what would happen if he would see her die or even hold her corpse in his hand. Khaine would linger to posses his soul and body once more, but he would rather die than succumb to him again or let Minna die - for such was the value of a life debt.
